The ultimate poet (Part 3)

While those saint escape
men stay behind.
Monsters that wrip their chests.
Bright eyes and defamous mouths,
Dealing with the shit we drown in.

You stay in your tower,
Almost consumed by time,
Rinsed in fear and in pain,
Where lies spread
By those who do not rest.

Long have you abandoned your footsteps.
You're tired of life.
Tou're tired of looking out for us.
And, in a secret smirk,
You smile - you lived lives eventually.

In a hope of shattered glass
You look at the girl in the corner,
That chances and escapes through the wind.

And it was morning of the next morning.
And you only had that wish...
You're the ultimate poet.